Sunday, January 6, 2013

From our oppressive foreign policy, to simple
disputes over parking spaces, we are a country increasingly incapable of
controlling our aggressive inclinations, where the disaffected, potentially
dangerous, individual is only dimly discernible amid the mindless search-for-a-motive-reveals-only-madness
momentum of everyday American crazy.

Throughout our violent winner-take-all
history we have been comfortably unwilling to confront the needless suffering
of countless souls caused by the conquest of other cultures, yet are still
shocked when the promise of a more perfect union is periodically shattered by
the awful anguish of our own homegrown horrors.

We continue to contest the meaning of a
cryptic passage on a piece of old parchment, steadfastly clinging to our fictionalized
flintlock-over-every-fireplace frontier past, while facing a desperate future
in a suspicious stand-your-ground shadow of a society where fearful people live
separate lives across a lonely locked-and-loaded landscape of pervasive
paranoia.